My husband nudged me during our regular Friday night date and leaned over to my ear conspiratorially,
“What would you call the message on that guy’s shirt?”
I glanced over in the direction he was looking and saw a very large man with a tee shirt pulled skin tight around his ample gut, and disappearing into the crevice I assume was defined by an unseen belt. There was an arrow on the shirt pointing upward toward his pale fleshy face and labeled, “the man”. Another pointed downward and was labeled “the legend”. I looked him up and down, from the sandals to the look of smug confidence on the man’s rotund face and responded,
“False advertising.”
I googled it when I got home and found it for sale at the tee shirt outlet with the admonition that “The ladies will be flocking to the guy who wears this shirt.” In case you were thinking of buying one I would love to offer a tiny bit of free advice, but if you’ve actually gotten that far in the thought process it would do no good. Instead think I’ll just buy me one of those “I’m with stupid” tees and come stand next to you.
That's funny. I saw one once that said "This isn't a spare tire, it's the gas tank to a love machine."
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While I was in the bathroom line I got an uneasy feeling I was being watched. When I turned around, so help me god, there was a man with one of those bald on top muttets, a sleeveless white tee (no verbage at least), and a considerable beer gut leering at my legs. He stalked me the rest of the evening although I was snuggling happily with my hubby. Do these people ever look in the mirror before they leave home? Yup, I'm with you WG. Batteries have gotten me through some tough times.
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